The lovely chill that filled her feet when the socks went back on began to worry her. What if it spread?! What if more things started changing? She could wear a single pair of socks and not really be noticed, but her changed hair? That'll attract attention. And what if it doesn't stop? Will her skin change? What about makeup? Regular clothes? Fearful thoughts began to dance into her head as she stumbled out of the bathroom in a daze, not noticing how the socks began to creep a little higher on her ankles.
Getting dressed quickly, Amy could feel a slight itching coming from her undergarments and the clothes she was wearing. Nothing unbearable, but it wasn't comfortable, like the material was too coarse or something. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her backpack, running out of the house with barely a "bye" to her parents. She didn't want them to see her given her hair, especially given all the questions they'd ask.
Instead of her normal route to the school bus, Amy took a detour to the mall, hurrying there as quick as she could. A few times on the way, she had to spend a few moments itching at herself, the rather simple blouse and skirt combination she picked out bothering her. By the time she arrived at the mall, the itching was near unbearable. Face marked in a scowl, Amy began walking as quickly as she could towards where she remembered the store was, hoping to find help, a way to reverse this, or at least answers.